Evansville Central High School is a public high school in Evansville, Indiana. It is the oldest high school in continuous operation west of the Allegheny Mountains. Its was established in 1854 as Evansville High School. The name was changed to Central High School in 1918 when FJ Reitz High School was built. Evansville residents usually call it simply Central High.
The school mascot is the Bears; colors are brown and gold. The 'bear' used as the school's mascot for the past 25 years was created by Matthew Hawes.
Central moved to its current location on the far north side of Evansville in the early 1970s. It is sometimes called "Vanderburgh Central" because of its location near the geographic center of Vanderburgh County, in addition to its status as the county's oldest high school. For many years, it was the northernmost high school in the Evansville Vanderburgh School Corporation; it was four miles northwest of Evansville North High School. However, with the completion of the new North High School campus in northern Vanderburgh County, geographic correctness was restored to the name.
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